Disclaimer: Touhou belongs to Zun, and the only things that belong to myself would be Usagi the Mimic, and Moegi the Japanese Beetle. Everything else belongs to their rightful owner.

A/N: Everyone, please do check out mine and Luminous Beginnings' new series! It's quite the interesting read~ Now to get into the swing of things once more, and continue my solo story~ Expect a new chapter of our co-op story within the next 24 hours!

Early night, Mt. Shiro, Usagi's PoV:

I sat among the pixies, outside of the warm camp. Or, to be more exact, was being constantly cuddled with by the numerous pixies. It felt sweltering in there to me, and had caused me to... well, not really sweat, as Cirno said Ice Fae don't do that. I suppose that means that I had melted a tiny bit, and had made a hasty retreat from the now not-so-dark, heated camp. Those of us who weren't Pixies had remained on the edge of the camp, so as to be within speaking distance, but still stay warm.

I rubbed at the knot on my head, which was given to me by Rumia, who was the last one I gave a hug to. When I had woken Rumia by way of hug, she had panicked, thinking I was one of the Pixies. She figured that one had taken the oportunity to get a human snack, and didn't realize untill it was too late, that it was only myself.

I continuously gave Rumia a bit of a glare, while nursing the bump atop my noggin. "I know that it was reflexive, but did you have to hit me so hard...?"

"That is so~!" She gave one of her canned responses, which translated to something along the lines of "It's because it was reflexive that I hit you that hard; be glad I didn't hit you any harder!"

I gave a sigh of defeat, and continued to rub my skull.

"...Usa..." Cirno's eyes weren't particularly happy. "...Why are you a Pixie...?" Cirno was mostly not happy that I was an Ice Fae again, before her, but was also a bit worried. She could only figure out one reason as to why, and she really didn't like it.

"Ahh, well... I woke up with one of my..." I groaned. "...followers k-kissing me. I think it was from her spit that I turned into their kind." Unlike most, I used the phrase 'their kind' without any malice. If they thought me to be a Pleasure Goddess, or whatever it was that they thought me to be, I can't be too mad about it. Even if I hate being thought of as such a thing...

I'm still not particularly happy about it, though.

She began to grow frustrated. "Yes, but... why are you a Pixie." She seemed concerned at some form of implication that such a thing brought about. I wonder why that is?

"Well... I mimicked a Pixie, so shouldn't that make me a Pixie?" It makes sense, doesn't it?

Cirno looked to the side, obviously thinking about something, before responding, "No, Usa. It shouldn't." Ehh? How is she so sure...?

I rose a brow at that claim. "Why not?"

With a sigh, Cirno said, "That's not for me to say..." She looked at the other Pixies around me warrily, before adding, "...yet."

I timidly asked, "W-why not...?" The only thing that greeted the question was the silence of my master. It was obvious that I'd have to wait and see, as she wasn't going to tell me.

After a short period of time, Rumia's stomach declared its hunger to the world, breaking the silence that had settled over us all in twain.

The one to point out the obvious was Mima, when she asked, "Well... Who else is up for a nice bit of breakfast?" She had a happy grin on her face, which caused Marisa to react.

"Ahh, right." As Marisa had the food in her hat, she would need to be the one to fish it out. She stuck her entire arm into the hat, and began to feel about, untill she came upon what felt like the correct item. She yanked her arm out, pulling a black sack out of the infinite, weightless void that was the inside of her hat. With a a shake of her now slightly numb hand, she loosened the black draw-cord of the sack, and opened it. She nodded to herself. Definitely the correct sack. "Here ya go, ze~!" She handed the sack to Mima, after taking a strip of boar jerky for herself.

"Thank you, Mari." It had been a long time since Mima had last made use of her nickname for her apprentice, so Marisa pulled her hat down over her face in an attempt to hide her blush.

"Y-you're welcome, Master..." Her cute reaction put a wide grin on Mima's face, as she loved how Marisa did that every time she was embarassed. Mima would be lying if she said that wasn't half the reason why she said yes to Marisa's request to be her apprentice.

Mima took a piece of jerky, and passed to Rumia.

Rumia took two, and passed to Cirno.

Cirno took one, and said, "Usa. Try the snow." I rose a brow, while she gave me a steady stare, albeit a happy one. "It's good." She added. That was enough motivation to try it, as I trust her words.

I scooped up a hand-full of the white powder, and licked a bit from the top, when my eyes went wide. I ate the entire hand-full that was in my palm with a look of heavenly bliss upon my face. Snow is... delicious!

"So... good!" Cirno giggled to herself at how much I enjoyed her own favorite food.

She added, with a grin, "And there's plenty more where that came from, Pupil!"

I couldn't help but fall in love with snow in so many ways. It makes a good bed, chair, pillow, dress, and even meal! What couldn't snow do...?

I began to happily dig in to my cold meal. In comparison, imagine if snow didn't melt in your mouth, but stayed the exact way it was on the ground untill your freezing siliva began to touch it. Then it becomes hard, but still quite tasty, and ohh so crunchy.

Cirno handed the bag over to Flandre, now that she knew I was happy with that as a meal.

Flandre took two strips, and tossed the sack back to Marisa, before asking, "Hey, little sis?" Flandre looked to me, while nervously fiddling with her meat.

"Yaah?" I turned to her with a mouth-full of snow.

She looked away, before asking, "Umm... Even if you're a Fairy now, would you still be my sister...? O-or, if that's asking to much... my friend...? Please...?" She tried not to make eye contact, as she felt embarassed asking.

Even if it would be quite uncomfortable for the both of us, I reached into the bubble of warmth, and gave her a hug. As expected, she flinched at my ice-cold embrace, but soon relaxed, and returned the embrace. Even if I had drops of water dripping down my face and arms at an alarming rate, I held her for a full minute, before asking, "Does that answer your question, big sis?" I broke the embrace, and gave her a warm smile, while pulling away from her. Upon hitting the cold air once more, I stopped melting, and the areas that had melted began to regenerate from the snow I had eaten.

Rubbing away tears that I hadn't seen her shed, she gave a nod, and a toothy grin. Flandre was quite happy.

The rest of the meal continued in relative silence, as everyone had their mouths full of food. However, no matter how much I ate, I still felt hungry, even if I felt so full that I might burst. It was as though I was missing something. But what?